User blog comment:Biggren/Silvir Shadows/@comment-3135907-20180224142026

@Barty Musty leaves and moist moss and loam clung to rough woollen clothes and habit as Tarun and Ryfonn came bouncing down the steep wooded hill and into the warm firelit clearing.

The shrew stopped short against a footpaw that lent truth to the song's descriptions, thick and muscular as it was.

Hully Rogg fixed the small shrew with a glaring black eye and proclaimed in rippling tones, "Well! Whit in Billo Bighty do we 'ave 'ere, boyohs?"

Then all at once every one of the hedgehogs stood over the pair, puzzling amongst themselves in a game of scowls and twitchy eyebrows and wide menacing eyes.

One poked Ryfonn with a sharp stick and chuckled. "Ach, shure, an' they're Redwallers, by the look. Ken 'em by the braw wee dresses an' fancy wee girdles, aye!"

Hully belted out a rolling laugh. "Reidwallers, eh! 'Pon mah Gram's pluim purritch, Roak, ye're a canny great lump, aren'tchy." He ruffled Roak's spikes with a grateful smile and turned to Tarun. "Ye're no' a Reidwaller as Ah ever set eyes upon. Tell me, wot brings ye so far fra' hearth an' hame, laddie?"